This is a song about "You chat shit"

Pssh you a p.i.e.c.e of shit

Or let the mob handle that

My haters talking riff-raff, dropping my name in chit chat

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

You treated me like shit

Can’t you hear that

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Go and chat them up ask them if they wanna chill

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I sit back roll couple of zig zag's and chit chat

No more weak shit comin at you hard you here dat shit

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

I don't chit chat and do the same shit that my hater would

A couple milli in the bag and my face good